Almost two weeks passed, and the smell lessened, but did not disappear...
Then one day, while I was happily writing on this computer, the wife did shriek in the kitchen...the kind of shriek that makes you almost have a wreck when you're driving down the road and she thinks you're too close to a semi.
"What's wrong?" I yelled, jumping up and running to the kitchen, expecting a catastrophe.
"That fly," she responded, in a loud and shrill voice.
On the kitchen window was what I would call a "Horse fly." Large, but expected as the seasons change.
"It's an Amazon fly, " she wailed. Forthwith, I did find an old newspaper, one of the finest uses of the free press in America, and dispatched it to the netherworld of flies with a loud and solid swat!
She was not happy, in spite of my heroism in the face of a foe. So began my role as Lord of the flies.
It would get worse..
To be continued